Although everyone heard the deafening crash, limited perspectives meant no one knew what had truly happened beyond their own rooms.
They only knew someone had died.
But who? And how?
“Dang it…” Chen Junnan slapped himself across the face, berating himself. “Chen Junnan, snap out of it… What does that dead person have to do with you?”
The slight sting brought him back to his senses. If he kept worrying like this, he’d be the next one to die.
He stood up again and paced the locked room—there was no way out.
The man to his left was most likely dead, but how could he confirm it?
The fourth round had begun. Based on Chen Junnan’s earlier deduction, if Yun Yao was the first questioner (No. 1), he was No. 2, and the man to his left was No. 3, then it was now No. 4’s turn to receive the question.
He would once again be the last to get the call.
What would the question look like by the time it reached him?
After an agonizing wait, Chen Junnan estimated the time was right and placed his hand on the phone in advance.
**Ring—**
He snatched it up the moment it rang.
“Hey…” Yun Yao called out. “Oh, thank goodness, you’re alive?”
“Wow, what a heartwarming greeting,” Chen Junnan sighed. “Don’t worry, I’ve always been one step away from death.”
“Enough with the jokes,” Yun Yao said seriously. “This round’s question is: **’Was the killer a square?’**”
“Tch…” Chen Junnan paused. “That old pervert’s questions are getting trickier…”
“So, what do you think?” Yun Yao pressed. “The sound was close to us—do you know who died?”
“I have an idea,” Chen Junnan nodded. “But whether the killer was a ‘square’ or a ‘club’—how the hell should I know?”
“I chose **’No’**…” Yun Yao admitted. “Every answer before this was **’Yes.’** Do you think this has something to do with the death?”
Her words sparked a new thought in Chen Junnan.
“Damn, superstar, you’re a tiny bit smarter than me,” he chuckled. “But our answers alone can’t sway the entire game. Who knows what the others picked?”
“But you have one advantage over the rest,” Yun Yao pointed out. “You can call someone to confirm if the person next to you is really dead.”
“Good point.”
After hanging up, Chen Junnan immediately pressed the dial button.
**Beep—**
The dial tone echoed—no answer.
**Beep—**
A second tone, still silence on the other end.
That was confirmation enough: the man beside him was dead.
But how?
Chen Junnan didn’t give up, waiting patiently as the phone rang over a dozen times.
Just as he was about to hang up, the dial tone cut off, replaced by a soft voice.
“Hello…?”
Chen Junnan stiffened, then slowly brought the old-fashioned receiver to his ear.
“Hello?”
“W-Who are you?” the girl asked.
Frowning, Chen Junnan immediately hung up.
According to the rules explained earlier by Earth Snake, if a call went unanswered after ten rings, it would automatically redirect to the next living person.
The dial tone had rung at least thirteen or fourteen times—meaning this girl hadn’t intended to answer at all.
She hadn’t even realized the call was coming.
Which meant she was this round’s **first person.**
“Already made a full loop…?” Chen Junnan muttered to himself before returning to his screen to ponder the question: **”Was the killer a square?”**
First, he needed to clarify two things.
**One—**Was this the original question?
If it had been altered like the previous **”Should it fall?”**, who changed it? And what did it originally mean?
Assuming no one had tampered with it, then the second issue was:
**What the hell was a “square”?**
Was its counterpart **”club”** (as in the suit) or **”circle”**?
If it was a comparative term, replacing it with another should still make sense.
So it probably wasn’t **”club.”**
From the start of the game, there had been no mention of playing card suits or anything related to them. Suddenly bringing up **”square”** likely had nothing to do with cards.
Thus, **”square”** must be literal—an actual **geometric shape.**
Meaning… the real question was: **”Did a square-shaped object kill that person just now?”**
That made things clearer. It also hinted at what that earlier sound had been.
A massive geometric shape had plummeted from above, crushing the man to death.
And the previous question—**”Should it fall?”**—must have controlled that very object.
“Damn it, I’ve used up a lifetime’s worth of brainpower today…” Chen Junnan shook his head and pressed **”No.”**
He chose **”No”** because he was certain the falling object **wasn’t** a square.
“If I had to guess… it was probably a **sphere.**”
Chen Junnan ran his hand along the left wall. After the deafening crash, something massive had struck it once more.
That sensation felt more like an unstable **ball** landing and rolling.
If it had been a **square**, its flat surfaces would have made full contact with the ground, stopping its movement immediately.
Once his answer was submitted, the screen lit up as usual.
**”The final answer for this round is—’No.'”**
He nodded silently. “Seems like a lot of people thought the same…?”
Seconds later, the rattling of massive chains resumed.
The **clank-clank-clank** reverberated endlessly, dragging the wreckage of the neighboring room high into the air.
Chen Junnan listened intently, trying to visualize the scene just beyond the wall—
If he was right, mere feet away, a thick chain was hoisting a colossal iron ball back toward the ceiling.
That same ball had plummeted minutes earlier, instantly crushing the man in that room into paste.
Now, the question was—
**Why him?**
Had he been the only one to answer **”Yes”** to **”Should it fall?”**?
But that didn’t make sense. Snake games rarely lied about the rules. Earth Snake had stated that answers followed **”majority rule.”** Meaning at least seven people must have chosen **”Yes.”**
“Seven people, and **he** was the one who got crushed…?”
Chen Junnan fell silent. If he didn’t figure out the iron ball’s killing logic, he might die just as inexplicably.
The chains overhead clattered noisily, grating on his nerves.
“My brain’s already fried, and now this damn noise…”
He wiped his palm—sweat had gathered. The constant dread of being pulverized at any moment was… unsettling.
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